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Blogs > Mariana_Trench_ > poetic disambiguation

Apollo & Daphne  

Mariana_Trench_ 50F
1973 posts
1/30/2010 2:05 am
Apollo & Daphne
Damselflies pass as they would over water,
Peaches find a rot - a succulent steepness,
If none shall live off the grassy knoll of your
Knuckles, caressing downwards my ticklish timidity
The rain swept grass softening those parts gone softer still.

As it turns out, I don’t much care for how your
Hands always find the way to stony matter,
As it turns out, your gifts are meaningless chatter
And we see reflections in a deep, a pond stillness
Spindles of flax and mossy verdant oasis,

So no, no Daphne, let there be no laurel branches,
Delightful as their flowers do bloom, the stench
The wreckage and the patience, colliding
Some manner of divine intercede and providence
Meet, claim and slither, in your aspect across the forest floor.

"Apollo and Daphne"
artist unknown
(please let me know
if you are familiar with
this artist, so I may
give them credit. Thank
you. -Mariana)
Mariana_Trench_ 50F
4396 posts
3/12/2010 8:19 pm
    Quoting christylovesfun:
    I was born in a little town called Daphne. I knew this story by the age of three. Daphne was on Mobile Bay, settled by Italians. Wild bay laurel grew everywhere when I was little. The way that it smelled in the sun! No wonder he wanted to claim her!

    To this day, I use bay in unexpected ways, and sometimes crush a leaf between my fingers and think of home.
That is quite interesting. I think for me important early childhood scents would be MUD and also to a lesser extent: hydrangea and snowball bush flowers, red currents, cherries, and crabapples. The garden was my choice for playground. Most especially deep down under and within a bush, making mud pies. Still like 'cooking' for other people.

Thanks for sharing. I know my version of the scent of laurel (bay leaves) being unpleasant went with the mood of the verse, but your story has me reconsidering or perhaps considering for another moment that fragrance.

Have a great rest of the night/day!

MT


christylovesfun 51F  
16880 posts
3/12/2010 6:59 pm

 I was born in a little town called Daphne. I knew this story by the age of three. Daphne was on Mobile Bay, settled by Italians. Wild bay laurel grew everywhere when I was little. The way that it smelled in the sun! No wonder he wanted to claim her!

To this day, I use bay in unexpected ways, and sometimes crush a leaf between my fingers and think of home.
Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale
Her infinite variety. Other women cloy
The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry
Where most she satisfies. For vilest things
Become themselves in her, that the holy priests
Bless her when she is riggish. ~~ from Antony & Cleopatra


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